My friend
used to look after his uncles bedsit. This is essentially a bed in a room with cooking facilities and toilet attached. As it was in the centre of town it became something of a crashzone for all that knew him.

This meant that at any given night there could be up to 7 people sleeping in a tiny 7 foot by 7 foot room at all various angles. One night my friend awoke to find one of his earlier party companions on his hunkers in the corner of the bedsit moaning gently and pale as a ghost.

As he got up to investigate he soon realised that hunkered moany fellow was in fact trickling his own special brand of chocolate sauce all over his uncles bedsit. As if this wasn't bad enough it sent a turgid signal to my friends stomach letting it know that now was the time to evacuate all contents with immediate effect, over several other sleeping partygoers.

Nobody stayed there much after that.
( dazbrilliantwhites has been meaning to change this..., Thu 23 Jun 2011, 19:12, 2 replies)

So, to summarise...
Man does poo, other man is sick.
( mns 2️⃣2️⃣9️⃣0️⃣7️⃣, Thu 23 Jun 2011, 20:00, closed)

sick
on people.
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